The flaming tongue licked and licked the throat of the Hokuriku like a group of angry fiery snakes dancing with their heads and necks and stretching out to the sky, the Death of the Skull Flame inherited the will of destruction, the will of Wu Wenxu, and it vowed to tear this hell apart, just as it covered the blue sky with a fiery serpent.

It is truly a flame tyrant, it has no pity or scruples, it only sees the fulcrum of the landing, and only there will it bring itself the power to destroy everything.

The flames are about to die down, and Skeleton Flame has done it very successfully.

The Fierce Wind Breath caused the heavens and the earth to tear open a large mouth, and the Death of the Skeleton Flame took advantage of the momentum of the wind, and the unfathomable mouth was almost completely destroyed on the throat of the North Road.

The north gate that was once built by thousands of top craftsmen for two months without sleep, the iron-gray ancient body was amazingly hot, and a shocking huge wound slashed at the throat, and the hard giant gate that was said to be indestructible to the twelfth-level mage was beginning to crumble.

Tyrone looked deeply at the crimson chasm, which was at least seven feet long and more than a foot wide, and the magma-like color kept surging in the wounds of the throat of the North Road, the color of the melting of steel, the color of the humiliation of the fortress of Xuega.

Tyrone shuddered and trembled.

He was shocked by the peerless skills performed by Wu Wenxu and Yasuo, and he trembled that the gate of Xuege Fortress was about to be breached!

Why was Valoran Continent able to maintain peace and tranquility for a long time, is it really because of the sanctions of the War College and the entertainment of Runetera games like League of Legends?

No! All peace is just a matter of maintaining fragile agreements, and if the throat connecting the north and south continents is wide open, Tyrone knows a thing very well even though he is not a good politician.

Piltover and Freljord's hypocritical justice will surely wait for an opportunity, they have long wanted to echo Ionia and Demacia, and get rid of Noxus, a thorn in the flesh and a thorn in the eye!

The Fortress of Xuege means absolute defense, perhaps because the rulers of Noxus are too confident that the fortress of Xuege has not been breached for hundreds of years, when the throat of the northern road is opened, even if there is the most powerful epic heavy artillery as a defense, Noxus will fall into the embarrassing situation of encirclement and suppression for the entire continent.

This price is something that no one can afford, including Tyrone!

When Tyrone looked at Wu Wenxu again, his eyes already contained deep anger, this person is really the biggest enemy of Noxus, if he is not eliminated today, when he escapes to the North Continent, who else in Valoran can stop him Wu Wenxu?

The silver ring was tightly clasped by Tyrone, if it was a normal day, Tyrone would definitely not want to kill a sleeping guy, but for the sake of this demon, he had to kill the killer, even if it broke the will and truth he followed.

Because of his presence, it completely hindered the footsteps of General Du-Kekao!

"You can't kill him."

Or seeing Tyrone's intentions, Yasuo struggled to straighten up and pressed his hands to the sword of the wind in the deep black soil.

Tyrone blinked frantically and said coldly, "Why can't I kill him?" ”

Yasuo was silent, he seemed to be thinking about what words to use to refute Tyrone's absolute intentions, he thought for a long time, whether it was Wu Wenxu's actions against the Alliance, or his crazy act of daring to declare war on Noxus, it meant that the young man could not escape death.

However, if you buy him a little time before he wakes up, if the wound in Hokuriku's throat is broken and a large hole is made, he will escape?

He will! Yasuo firmly believes that Wu Wenxu will not die easily.

"So ......"

Yasuo slowly pulled out the Wind Sword, and the sword that had lost the Wind Array was still stained with a little charred soil, as if a rare treasure had been buried deeply, which made Yasuo feel depressed and lost.

"Remember what I told you to say."

Knowing that he is going to die, his heart is not afraid, he is the wind of freedom, so he understands that his end will not be lonely.

Tyrone's hands stiffened, and the anger in his eyes gradually masked by a kind of surprise, which he found amusing, so he took a deep breath of scorched air and said in disbelief, "What kind of magic does he have that makes you worthy of dying for him?" ”

"He doesn't deserve to die for him, but I will keep my word."

"What did you promise him?" Tyrone decided not to rush to dig out Wu Wenxu's heart, he suddenly wanted to get to know that guy urgently.

Yasuo shook his head, a slight smile flashing in his calm eyes: "It's not a big promise, it's just to save his life if he is going to die." ”

"What a difficult choice."

Tyrone covered his forehead in distress, and a few strands of black curly hair popped out mischievously from between his white fingers, Tyrone curled a strand of long hair with his little thumb, and then wrapped it around twice, and suddenly said in pain: "Yasuo, let's make a bet." ”

"What bet?"

"You hold on until that guy wakes up, and if you're still alive, I'll let you go."

With this, Tyrone made a great concession, out of respect for Yasuo of the Blade of the Wind from the bottom of his heart.

"Oops! In that case, we have won. ”

A slightly teasing and mocking voice suddenly came from not far away, Tyrone let go of his little thumb in confusion, and in the next second, he suddenly realized something, and he became furious!

"You, you despicable fellow, have you been playing dead?"

The cold Tyrone was trembling with anger.

He couldn't help but hold the silver ring in the air, this shameless thing!

He wasn't a true warrior at all, a guy who would only use insidious tricks, and shouldn't have survived in the Land of Runeterra.

Seeing that the magic power on Tyrone's silver ring was condensing, Wu Wenxu lowered his head instead, touched his head in a shy, and his words were full of shyness.

"Honorable Lord Blade, I heard that although you are ruthless, you have always said the same, I believe that Mr. Yasuo has engraved your words in his heart, in fact, even if I Wu Wenxu is killed by you, it is an honor, but you put a shameless reputation on your head for killing me, as the most shameless person in the Valoran Continent, I really can't bear it!"

"Boom!"

A large cloud of dust suddenly erupted from the pitch-black earth, and ten silver daggers were **** at different distances in the soil, the daggers were like detonating gunpowder, and countless cracks spread around each one, under Wu Wenxu's shocking gaze, the cracks began to disintegrate, and they turned into unfathomable ravines.

I saw Tyrone glaring at him fiercely, and scolded angrily: "Treacherous boy, the next time we meet, I will cut off your head and put your heart in your skull, as the most despicable dog basin for the royal banquet of Noxus." ”

"What? He said that he was going to take Lao Tzu to a royal banquet in Noxus, which looked pretty good? Wu Wenxu shrugged his shoulders at Emperor Yoo beside him, and the two laughed knowingly.

Tyrone was almost so angry that he vomited a mouthful of blood, and he swore to God that such a shameless person was even more disgusting than the most filthy evil spirit.

The strange thing that can make the king of assassins tremble with anger, but he can't kill people, in the entire Valoran Continent, except for the cunning and obscene Wu Wenxu, who else?

"Don't get carried away boy, I'm Tyrone won't kill you, and you won't be able to escape the Snowg Fortress, do you think your forbidden spell can really destroy the throat of Hokuriku, keep your eyes open and look carefully!"

Tyrone endured the tumbling blood, he didn't want to see Wu Wenxu for a moment again, seeing his cheap smile, Tyrone felt that those things called rogue ruffians in the underground world were more docile than sheep.

"Huh? Why did you run, don't run away, Shadow of the Blade! You can be my idol, hey, hey! Idol, what about signing for me? ”

Wu Wenxu let out a burst of laughter again, and the laughter made the blade's body suddenly stiffen, and I don't know how long it took, as if he had made a great determination, and the light blue cloak was completely gone.

One of the biggest threats for now, is gone.

Wu Wenxu slowly retracted his smile, the relaxed atmosphere he tried his best to create was not so relaxed after Tyrone really left.

The scorching wind blew, Wu Wenxu sniffed his nose hard, and when he turned around and looked at the thirteen followers with desperate faces, his nails pierced deep into the flesh and blood of his palm.

Although Wu Wenxu didn't want to believe the facts, the despair was really written in his eyes, and Wu Wenxu couldn't squeeze out a hypocritical smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, guys."

The sharp teeth bit on his lips, biting his lips to blood, that kind of unwillingness, made Wu Wenxu tremble and lowered his head, the shadow cast by the dark sky covered the young man's face, no one would see it, at this moment, Wu Wenxu's heart was dripping blood, drop by drop.

That's grief-stricken.

"It's okay master, when we planned this plan, weren't we ready to be able to break through the moat? No matter what, our performance today, the entire Valoran Continent will be shocked, have tried, I... We....... ”

"We're just not reconciled!!"

Rollo finally couldn't hold back his crying.

Tears of grief and unwillingness flowed from everyone's eyes, who can be willing, how can they be willing?!

They really don't understand.

The Death of the Skeleton Flame obviously triggered the potential of the dexterous cloak, and it was obviously fused with the stunt of the sixteen brothers, and it was obviously almost a hundred forces that hit the throat of the North Continent.

Why! Why, exactly!

The fragility and sorrow of life make people feel even more helpless.

Wu Wenxu was paralyzed on the ground, facing the crimson sky, as if he was trapped in hell, no matter how arrogant he was, no matter how confident and strong he was, at this moment, his eyes were irrepressibly blood-red.

The blood-red eyes reflected the crimson sky, and Wu Wenxu's heart was like a knife.

I'm such a shit, blame me for my hubris! It was I who harmed Yasuo, and it was I Wu Wenxu who harmed everyone!

The fingertips were almost pulled out of the palm of his hand with flesh and blood, and when Wu Wenxu held back his whimpering throat and tried to bring tears back to his eyes, there was already a loud sound of the earth trembling in his ears.

The most elite troops of the Snowg Fortress, a thousand dragoons arrived.

The frenzied dragon's breath, the high, desperately fierce dragon will block the retreat.

In a short time, the miserable and desolate battle horns sounded in the distance, and countless black and oppressive Noxian armies overwhelmed them, banners covering the sky and the sun, and mighty horses and dragons.

Have you ever experienced despair?

When despair really came, everyone's eyes were completely replaced by a miserable white and dead gray.

The last flame of the throat of the North Continent was extinguished, and a deep sword mark and deep depression were exposed in front of everyone's eyes, and the most indestructible throat of the North Continent was actually destroyed!

Commander Hadra Nathan gripped the glove with a solemn face, and he slowly removed the pure white glove, and pointed his weathered fingers at the young man whose eyes were full of indomitable and sorrow.

He said in awe: "Leave a whole corpse behind." ”